{Eve's POV}

Eidolon would be in Ikebukuro about now. Maybe not at this exact moment, but some time today.

I sighed.

"Eve, you being this depressed isn't good for the baby." Tyrone said with a frown. "You're only two weeks into pregnancy and already risking your child's life by being this gloomy."

I sighed again, standing up. He was right, I knew... Me acting this way would mean nothing good...

"Have you tried touching it yet?" Tyrone asked, tilting his head to the side.

"... Yeah. There's two. Twins." I mumbled. Tyrone blinked in surprise. "I don't think they're identical... They feel different... If they were identical, it'd feel like I was touching the same person twice, I think... But it's like..."

I waved my hand in circles, mouth open as I groped for words.

Really, touching the minds of my babies before they were even born... It was incredible. They were so small and tiny, hardly even thinking, more of just tiny hiccups. I smiled a little, reaching out with my mind to touch them again.

... Little heartbeats...

I must've been broadcasting, because Tyrone chuckled, gently touching his hand to mine.

As I looked at him, one thought struck me through the bond—

'Oh, Eve— Why couldn't I have been the father?'

And then, absently, I could only think...

... why couldn't you have been?

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{Eidolon's POV}

Okay. Okay.

It was Saturday. They shouldn't be in school. Hopefully they aren't the types who plan out busy weekends.

I swallowed nervously, looking around.

What would they think of me? Would they believe me? Brush me off as a joke?

I had to try. I had to try, or I was screwed.

Gathering up my courage, I picked up the phone and dialed the number stored in my memory. My heart thudded in my ears as I counted the tone.

... Four... Five... Six...

"Hello?"

Yes, thank you! "Um... Hi, is this, um... Mairu Orihara...?" I asked timidly.

"Uh-huh. Who're you?"

Wow, she was quick to the point... "My name is Eidolon... And... I'm your nephew." I said.

There was silence on the other end of the line for a minute, and then a loud burst of laughter.

Izaya had told me she was the devil in disguise...

"Very funny! Did Iza-nii put you up to that?" she crowed.

"Please, listen. I'm..." Celty had told them the story, right? So hopefully I could tell it and she'd listen? "Izaya Orihara and Shizuo Heiwajima went missing a while back. They were kidnapped by Omega Science Incorporated. I was with them at OSI. They adopted me." I tried.

"Yeah, Celty told us about that... OSI's the corrupt science company, right? The one who likes bioengineering?"

At the very least, I had her attention... "Yeah... That's right..." I confirmed.

"Okay, let's suppose that for a minute, you really are Kururi and me's nephew. Why're you calling me out of the blue?"

Dammit, I should've seen that coming... We never had been introduced...

"Because I'm in a bit of trouble. I... I sorta ran away for a while... Now Shizuo and Izaya are super pissed-off at me. I wanna say I'm sorry, but..." I trailed off weakly. Would they even accept my apology, take me back? Or would they tell me to get lost?

"But you don't wanna go alone cuz you're a wuss."

Ouch, hey! Aloud, I said, "Yes... Can you please help...?"

"Hmm... Lemme see."

There was some static, and then I could dimly hear a pair of voices in the background. I closed my eyes, heart in my throat as it hammered wildly. Please, please please please, say you'll help...

"What'd you say your name was?"

"Ah— Eidolon." I answered hurriedly.

"Okay. Here's what'll happen. Kururi and I'll meet you at West Gate Park, at the fountain where the freaky flash mob took place. If you try anything funny or the like, we'll snap your neck. And maybe— emphasis on maybe— we'll take you to Iza-nii. Okay?"

"Yes. Sounds good, thanks!"

She didn't reply, hanging up. I sighed in relief. The flash mob she was referring to must've been the people with the red eyes... I think I knew where that had been...

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"He looks like Iza-nii, doesn't he? And Mr. Heiwajima." Mairu said, walking around me in circles. If you've ever seen those characters who turn white and sweat profusely in cartoons, that would adequately describe me at the time. "Don't talk much, d'ya?"

Like your sister talked more than me...

"I... I don't have, uh... m-much experience with new people..." I stammered. I hadn't been this nervous even when introduced to the crowd at Russia Sushi, but Mairu had a scary aura...

"Hmm... What do you think, Kururi?"

Kururi tilted her head to the side, looking at me blankly. She was unreadable, unlike the maliciously-yet-dangerously-cute expressive Mairu, so I couldn't tell if she was thinking good thoughts or bad thoughts.

"We should probably take him to see Iza-nii. Just in case he's telling the truth." she said after a long, agonizing moment. Her voice was really soft, wasn't it...?

"Okay then!"

"Well, I knew the way, I just—" I began mumbling, but the two of them were already leaving. Sighing, I hurried to catch up.

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{Izaya's POV}

Since it was Saturday, I'd decided to give Namie the day off. It wasn't like I had work today, and neither did Shizuo. However, rather than taking Mignon someplace, we'd unanimously decided to just be lazy today. As a result, I was chatting online while Mignon and Shizuo read. Mignon was reading Let The Right One In, and Shizu-chan was reading some tabloid that I hadn't thought he knew existed.

So it was pretty quiet. The clicking of the keyboard and the rustling of paper dominated the room.

And then a knock came at the door.

We all looked up, waiting for a repetition of the action accompanied by a voice calling out that would identify the visitor. A knock did indeed come again, along with hushed conversation. Shizuo frowned, and Mignon put his book down. I signed out of the chat and stood, drawing a knife. It wasn't often such visitors came to see me, but when they did, they often attempted foul play...

And then there was the noise of the door opening, accompanied by a loud, "Iza-nii!"

"Oh, god, spare me..." I groaned as Mairu charged into the apartment, followed by Kururi.

"What're YOU doing here?!"

Shizuo's snarl drew my attention to the third figure that'd entered.

Adam.

I hissed, glaring at him. Only Mignon stayed calm of the three of us.

"So they really are pissed off at you about something!" Mairu exclaimed, turning to look at Adam as he flinched.

"Pissed off doesn't begin to describe it. Get out and go back to your whore, you sonova bitch." I growled.

"No, wait—" Adam began, taking a step forward. My sisters watched in twisted amusement as he yelped, dodging the lamp Shizuo threw at him.

"Get OUT!" Shizuo roared.

"Around his neck." Mignon said simply, pointing.

My gaze and Shizuo's followed Mignon's finger to Adam's neck.

A simple, fuzzy band of black ran around his neck. Nestled in the dip above his collarbone was a silver pentagram charm.

...?!

"Please, I'm sorry! I was... I mean...!" the brunette struggled.

"... Izaya..." Shizuo murmured, looking at me.

"Yeah." I nodded, understanding. This could very well have been a trick of Eve's and Tyrone's. Adam-slash-Eidolon looked at me with wide eyes. "Just to make sure this isn't a trick... What was the name of the man who rescued us in Greenland?"

Time seemed to stop as he took a breath to answer. Mignon didn't know this. I highly doubted Adam would. It was relevant to Shizuo and I. It would've been erased.

"The man who saved us was called..."